𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍 / 𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐀

السادس عشر - 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙭𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣 — 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜

jamilah didn't call her father often seeing as there was an obvious strain on their relationship. however, once she arrived at her flat, she decided to call. her emotions were getting the best of her and she was tired of keeping it all bottled in.

"i don't want to marry kaz." she stated right away when he answered. there was no need to butter him up with pleasant small talk. she didn't have it in her to pretend anymore. he didn't deserve it either way.

kwame hummed thoughtfully. "is there a specific reason or...?"

"he's not good for me. i don't like the way he treats me." she said vaguely. though she had said this before. there was something in her that refused to tell her dad what the real problem was. it was so much more than him being a jerk every once in a while. kaazim was just fully abusive to her.

"jamilah, you've not liked it for so long. and what did i tell you to do?" his tone was stern and it upset her that he acted so superior, as if the relationship he picked her to be in was beneath him. he didn't even allow her to answer. "i told you to speak to him about it. this is what you get for not being obedient. of course your relationship won't work if there is no communication."

she scoffed. "like you and mamas relationship flourished. you're being a hypocrite."

"what's gotten into you?" he was surprised by her sudden outburst since jamilah was usually rather cordial with him.

but upon reaching a new low in her life, everything seemed to be slipping out and she couldn't be bothered to put in a little effort to stuff it deep inside. what would be the point?

"this is exactly why you need to get married," kwame continued to belittle her. "to get rid of this unattractive attitude your mother has put in your blood. i didn't raise you to be like this. you need a husband who will keep you in your place."

"no, i don't!"

he laughed, amused by the desperation in her voice. "it's what you need. you cannot possibly think that you're fine the way you are? if you don't marry now, no one will want you in your later years because of your... condition."

jamilah felt helpless arguing with him. "do you even hear yourself? there's nothing wrong with me."

kwame sighed very heavily, his disappointment evident. "jamilah, you need this, it's for your own good. and it will bring honour to our family once again."

'honour?! it's always about undoing what he did.' she blinked slowly, trying to smother the sudden rage in her chest but she wasn't able to.

"this wedding has never been for me. it's just so you can get an easy visa here! you don't even care that he hurts me, because it's what i deserve right?" she seethed. "it's what i deserve for what you did? fucking hell- abra was right, you man are just using me like a little puppet. i don't know why i even try to get in your good graces."

kwame stumbled over his words, partially angered by her language. "jamilah, have you lost your mind?"

she may as well have. everyone seemed to think she was losing it.

"tell me the wedding isn't just an excuse to get me off your hands. tell me you don't want to marry me off so i'm not some red mark on our family tree." jamilah's voice shook with malice. she waited a moment but he was too stunned to respond. "you can't."

"you're walking a thin line."

"yeah and you crossed it when you impregnated a fulani. but guess who hasn't seen the consequences of their actions?" she forced out a sarcastic laugh.